Wednesday, 16 February 2011

Finding Nemo

This is Nemo, our uber lazy ginger Tom, the one who "caught" a mouse in the mousetrap, was in the right place when a squirrel had a heart attack and fell out of tree right into his lap, and the very same who was found almost unconscious face down in a sack of cat food having eaten so much he couldn't remove his face from the bite size kibble biscuits. He does move, obviously, usually only to check to see if the feed bowl is refilled. He does, however, have one particularly strange habit for one so lazy. He has to follow you. Wherever you are on the smallholding you can usually play finding Nemo, he stalks you, probably with the theme tune of mission impossible in his head. Failing that he will be found by the fish farm. Watching. Waiting. Waiting for a lazy trout.

If you look closely at the picture above you will find Nemo, better still scroll down to the picture of Hetty and you will find Nemo, not as easily as the pic above, but you will find him.

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Anonymous said...

My grandmother had a cat like she followed her everywhere in the neighborhood till she was 18 years old. Even though fat and lazy he still has to check out his territory. He might even be the head cat of your little pride. The most secure cat even if lazy and fat usually is, and shows it more in his actions.